Qin Yuan's delicate face was filled with an aura that was very inconsistent with his age.

Another Sword Mountain disciple who was fighting with Lei Shao had already begun to be a little defeated by Lei Shao, and he happened to see this scene, so he retreated and pulled out of the battle circle, not competing for Lei Shao's position.

Obviously, he has realized that he may not be Lei Shao's opponent, but he doesn't care about it at all, it's just an abnormal fight, if it's a real life-and-death battle, he doesn't think he will lose to Lei Shao.

He retreated into the crowd and looked at Mo Ting and Qin Yuan who were facing each other on the field, a faint mockery flashed in his eyes.

It seemed to be mocking Moting's incompetence.

Looking at Mo Ting, who was motionless in front of him, Qin Yuan's face gradually became gloomy, and then let out a sneering laugh: "It seems that you are looking for death by yourself." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Yuan's body exuded a strong edge, and the mysterious power was like a front, stabbing in all directions.

At the same time, a deep dark power also rose from Mo Ting's body, slowly wrapping his body, and an extremely strong momentum emanated from him, and that kind of strength also made many people around him look sideways.

"This kid's strength is quite extraordinary..."

Many people heard these words in their hearts at the same time, but they quickly shook their heads again.

No matter how strong it is, it is still the eighth layer of the First Xuan Realm after all, how can it compete with Qin Yuan of the ninth layer of the First Xuan Realm?

The moment they were thinking, the figures of Mo Ting and Qin Yuan had already disappeared in place.

"Boom!"

A clear sound sounded like a sharp sword unsheathed, and then a sharp wave of air filled the air, and some tearing marks began to appear on the surface of the nearby curtains and other fabrics.

The people of Sword Mountain naturally cultivate swords, and both temperament and mystic power have a sharp edge like a sharp sword.

The residual power that was dispersed was still so powerful, and the pressure on Mo Ting, who was at the forefront of Qin Yuan, was naturally even greater.

Qin Yuan, who roared in front of him, was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, stabbing straight at Mo Ting.

"Unbeatable!"

Such a thought quickly flashed in Mo Ting's heart, the pressure brought to him by the other party was too great, and it was not at all comparable to Xiao Qingsheng and his ilk, everywhere he went, even Mo Ting's dark power was torn apart.

As he was thinking, the sword blade formed by the condensation of the opponent's Xuan Force had already arrived in front of him, and if he hit it this time, Mo Ting would inevitably be seriously injured directly.

However, although Mo Ting's cultivation was not as good as the other party, the two Heart Condensing Pills had tempered his reaction ability to the point where it far surpassed the same realm, so at that moment, Mo Ting stepped on Ling Feng's footwork and narrowly avoided the opponent's blow with the blade of his sword.

After dodging this blow, Mo Ting's right foot kicked the ground hard, and his body exploded, and the moment he left the ground, Mo Ting's body actually separated a figure that was exactly the same as him, and attacked Qin Yuan at the same time.

He understood that there was a gap between his strength and Qin Yuan, if he wanted to win, he had to grasp the opportunity, so that he could have a chance to win this battle, otherwise, with the strength of the other party's ninth layer of the Xuan Realm, once he regained the initiative, Mo Ting basically had no chance to turn over.

Two identical figures attacked Qin Yuan one after the other, one holding a flaming fist in one hand, and the other hand striking out a cloud palm, under the powerful power fluctuations, Qin Yuan had no way to tell which one was the real body.

Feeling the fluctuations of the Xuan Power coming from the front and back, Qin Yuan did not have the slightest panicked look on his face.

Although Mo Ting's Xuanying technique is very strange and powerful, even in Qingshan City, there are few such weird Xuanying, but Qin Yuannai is a disciple of the first-class power Sword Mountain, and his status in the Sword Mountain is not low, it can be said that his vision is at the peak of the younger generation in Qingshan City, and naturally he will not be frightened by the Xuanying technique.

I saw a dazzling white light emanating from him, and one after another extremely powerful sword qi burst out from his body, spreading out in all directions.

Under the attack of that sword qi, the fake body condensed by Mo Ting's Xuan Ying technique burst open in an instant, and Mo Ting himself quickly knocked out the cloud palm in the air, and then the body exploded back.

Sword cultivation has been known for its strong attack power since ancient times, not to mention that Mo Tingxiu's level is lower than that of the other party, so he naturally does not dare to resist the opponent's attack.

However, as soon as the opponent's range attack was launched, all the calculations in Jiujiang Moting's heart before were disrupted.

Mo Ting, who had a solemn face, rushed out again, but he didn't have the actual Xuanying technique, stepping on Ling Feng's footwork, constantly changing his position, surrounding Qin Yuan, and at the same time condensing a powerful attack in the dark.

Qin Yuan looked at Mo Ting, who was constantly circling around him, and sneered: "Can one of you drag me down like this?"

He held his right hand lightly, and a long sword formed by the condensation of white Xuan power appeared in his hand, seemingly unintentionally, and kept slashing towards the surroundings.

But just a few gentle strokes like this disrupted Mo Ting's footwork, and he couldn't maintain his movement speed for a while.

Mo Ting's body stood slightly, and he looked at Qin Yuan with some doubts, the few strokes from the other party just now seemed to be casual, but each stroke completely sealed his forward route, and even a few swords, Mo Ting had no way to continue to act at all.

Zhou Chengyun observed the battle situation from above, not only him, but the eyes of everyone present were basically on the two people who were fighting.

"Could it be the famous willow brushing swordsmanship in Sword Mountain?" said Old Man Zhou with a smile on his face, looking at the middle-aged man in Sword Mountain.

"Old Man Zhou really has good eyesight!" the other party did not deny it and exclaimed.

"Whisking Willow Swordsmanship!" Zhou Kai heard this familiar name, and a thick worry flashed in his eyes, after the other party showed the Whisking Willow Swordsmanship, this battle had lost its suspense in the hearts of many people.

Mo Ting's eyes showed great unwillingness, he had several plans before he came up, but in the face of the opponent's strong strength, his series of calculations were easily broken by the opponent.

But he still won't give in, Zhou Kai's strong anger in the face of Jianshan he felt clearly, Zhou Kai is a very kind person in his heart, a seemingly indifferent but touching person, can make him have that kind of emotion, it must not be an ordinary hatred.

Mo Ting originally had no intention of showing up to fight, after all, he was relatively unfamiliar in Qingshan City, but seeing Zhou Kai's appearance, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and after careful planning, he stepped forward to challenge Qin Yuan.

There is no certainty of victory, and even the certainty of winning is very slim, but he still came up desperately.

He stretched out his hands, his face gradually became a little terrifying, and his hands carried a power that surpassed his cultivation realm.

Now his cultivation is even more powerful than when he fought Xiao Qingsheng, and the power of the Wanhua Fist of the Xiaocheng Realm is much stronger than before, and it is already the strongest attack that can be exerted beyond the eighth layer of the Xuan Realm.

Merting had no choice but to sacrifice his current strongest attack and make a final attempt.

More than a dozen fist shadows appeared in Qin Yuan's sight, attacking him from all directions, and his eyes became gloomy.

Although he was not afraid of this kind of deceptive attack, it was also quite troublesome to deal with, and he saw the Xuanqi Void Sword in his hand constantly swinging, slashing at the various fist shadows in front of him.

The illusory fist shadows exploded one by one, but it did not affect the speed of Qin Yuan's sword swing in the slightest, but in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so fist shadows created by Mo Ting's Wanhua Fist all dissipated.

However, Mo Ting didn't expect this kind of deceptive phantom to cause any harm to Qin Yuan, he just wanted to distract Qin Yuan a little.

The fist shadows all dissipated in an instant, and only two figures remained, Mo Ting and Qin Yuan, one holding a sword in his hand, and the other clenching his fist with both hands, both of which had an extremely strong power brewing.

"Wanhua Fist!"

Xiao Chengjing's Wanhua Fist suddenly burst out, and the quadruple attack power burst out, and the teenagers who looked at the surrounding forces were all shocked.

With such an attack, except for the other person from Jianshan and Lei Shao, I am afraid that no one will be able to follow it.

Qin Yuan also felt the powerful momentum rushing to his face, and a solemn expression appeared on his rare complexion, but he was not flustered, and the void sword in his hand was full of light, exuding a brilliant light.

"Whisk the willow sword!"

The void sword in his hand suddenly flew out, carrying an incomparably powerful light, and under the gaze of everyone, it collided with Mo Ting's Wanhua Fist.

"Boom!"

A violent cross talk sounded, and where the two mysterious forces collided, a huge wave of qi was generated, spreading in all directions, and countless small, sharp sword qi flew around, not like the onlookers.

At this time, the middle-aged man of Sword Mountain just waved his right hand, and the sword qi and qi waves that were dancing around were completely calmed.

There was not the slightest wave in the eyes of this middle-aged man, as if it was just a normal wave of his hand.

As the wind and waves were calmed, the situation in the field was also very clear in everyone's eyes.

Without the slightest accident, Qin Yuan could be said to be uninjured except for a slight panting, on the other hand, Mo Ting, there were a lot of wounds on his body, which were obviously injured by the tiny sword qi that was scattered just now.

Moreover, the Xuan Power required for the Wanhua Fist of the Xiaocheng Realm is even more than twice that of the entry, Mo Ting has continuously used these high-intensity Xuan Techniques, and there is not much Xuan Power left in his body, but Qin Yuan is different, his cultivation of the ninth layer of the Xuan Realm, his own Xuan Power is much stronger than Mo Ting, even if he fights until now, he still has the ability to fight.

"It looks like the battle is over...", the situation was so clear, everyone around thought so.

Mo Ting's face was pale and he knelt on one knee, with some despair in his eyes.

"Is there really no way..."

Qin Yuan's eyes turned pale, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he stabbed the void sword in his hand towards Mo Ting.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Zhou Kai hurriedly shouted, and at the same time, his body suddenly shot out, wanting to stop Qin Yuan's movements, but just as he made a move, the middle-aged man from Sword Mountain also made a move.

With a wave of his hand, a light curtain composed of sword qi appeared, blocking Zhou Kai from the battlefield.

"Stop!!"

Seeing that the sword in Qin Yuan's hand stabbed into Mo Ting's body, Zhou Kai shouted in a heart-splitting voice, but the light curtain in front of him was too strong for him to break.

Qin Yuan stabbed Mo Ting in the chest with a sword, and immediately red blood flowed out.

"You also want to provoke the majesty of my Sword Mountain?"

The arrogant words shouted, and Qin Yuan at this moment seemed so invincible.

At the same time, his actions also made everyone around him realize the terror and domineering of the first-class forces.

But except for Zhou Kai, no one on the field made any action about this, and all of them were extremely indifferent.

No one will anger Jianshan because of a person they don't know, even Chao Chi is trying his best to endure at the moment, he can't participate in the conflict related to Jianshan because of his identity.

"My sword, no one can shake it!" Qin Yuan said proudly.

However, he didn't notice that the Xuan power in Mo Ting's body, which was originally close to exhaustion, actually began to appear again under his stimulation.

Moreover, it contains a terrifying coercion that far surpasses the mysterious power unleashed by Mo Ting before.

That coercion is not the coercion of the cultivation level, but the coercion that comes from the level of Xuanli......